After the Last Tear: Rising from the Ashes of a Broken Marriage By Cassila K

Chapter 36

Joseph and I started dating, but our demanding jobs meant we rarely had time to see each other.

Most of our encounters took place in war-torn regions-he'd be rushing to treat the wounded, while I'd be in the operating room, fighting to save lives.

A fleeting touch as we brushed past each other was often the only connection we shared.

The patchy network signal didn't help either. Days would pass without hearing from each other, but then, out of nowhere, my phone would buzz nonstop as messages flooded in. They were disorganized, chaotic, as if they too had braved gunfire and destruction, but they carried the weight of longing and steadfast affection.

The situation in North Kivu grew increasingly dire.

Our first argument happened on the day a village near Goma was attacked.

When we arrived, the armed militants hadn't fully retreated, and the security forces were still exchanging fire with them.

We rushed back to the vehicle, preparing to evacuate, but Joseph suddenly jumped out of the ambulance.

There, at the edge of the battlefield, lay a collapsed villager.

Joseph hoisted the man onto his back and carried him to safety, his own body cut and bleeding from shrapnel.

I was furious and terrified, yelling at him, "Are you trying to get yourself killed?"

But he stood his ground. "I'm a doctor! I couldn't just leave him there! His leg was injured, but he could've survived. If I didn't save him, he would've died for sure!"

I knew he was right, and I knew it was his duty to save lives.

covered in blood-so much blood I couldn't tell which was his and which wasn't-my

realizing his injuries were only superficial, I broke down,

else! If something happened to

a moment before wrapping his arms around me, his voice

more careful. I won't put myself in danger,

I buried my face in his chest.

swear," he said, taking

whoever breaks it will turn into a

help but laugh through my tears.

you to

boyfriend?"

in frustration. He lay still, pretending to be dead. Panicked, I quickly pulled the pillow away, only to

seemed to say: See?

eyes stung and

precious every single day with

the chaos of war escalated, the Ebola virus began its relentless assault on this

even busier. With a severe shortage of medical staff, he shuttled back and forth between refugee

launched sudden attacks on treatment centers in several cities. Many doctors were forced to abandon their posts and evacuate

hand, nearly a hundred patients remained in the center. If everyone left, those patients

four other doctors decided to stay and adapt to

occupied the outskirts of Goma, cutting off all routes in and out. We were trapped in

message, asking me to come to the treatment center. He didn't explain

medical waste disposal area. Inside an empty room that had been temporarily cleared out, I saw a group